The Summer They Never Forgot

by Kandy Shepherd

  Her kiss was urgent, hungry, and he responded in kind. Outside on that sand as teenagers they’d fooled around as though they had all the time in the world. Now they had a clock ticking on their reunion. And they were playing grown-up games.

  Within minutes he’d rid her of her dress and her bra. He explored the lush new fullness of her breasts. Kissed and teased her nipples.

  He lifted his head and she made a murmur of protest. His voice was ragged. ‘You sure you’re ready for this?’

  Sandy’s eyes were huge. ‘I should say no. I should say we need to spend more time together first, that we can’t rush into anything we might regret.’ Her voice broke. ‘But I can’t say no. I want you too much. Have always wanted you... Don’t stop, Ben. Please don’t stop.’

  What she’d said about not rushing made sense. This was going faster than he could have anticipated. He should be the sensible one. Should stop it. But he was beyond thinking sensibly when it came to Sandy. He only had four days with her.

  She kissed him. He kissed her back and was done for. The last restraints gone. He stroked down the curve of her belly, felt her tremble at his touch. Then her panties were gone and he explored there too.

  ‘Not fair. I want to get you naked as well,’ she murmured as she started to divest him of his clothes.

  She kissed a hot trail across his chest as she slid off his shirt, stroked right down his arms. Her fingers weren’t quite steady as she fumbled with the zipper on his shorts. It made the act of pulling them over his hips a series of tantalising caresses along his butt and thighs that made his body harden so much it ached.

  Then they were naked together.

  * * *

  Sandy’s heart was doing the flipping over thing so rapidly she felt dizzy. Or maybe the dizziness was from the desire that throbbed through her, that made her press her body close to Ben. Close. Closer. Not close enough.

  Did that urgent whimper come from her as Ben teased her taut nipples with his tongue? As he stroked her belly and below until she bucked against his hand with need? She gasped for breath as ripples of pleasure pulsed everywhere he touched. Revelled in the intensity of the intimacy they were sharing.

  This was further than they’d gone the last time they’d been on this beach together. Now she wanted more. Much more. He was as ready for her as she was for him. She shifted her hips to accommodate him, to welcome him—at last.

  Then she stilled at the same time as he did. Spoke at the same time as he did.

  ‘Protection.’

  ‘Birth control.’

  He groaned, pressed a hard, urgent kiss against her mouth, then swung himself off the bed.

  Sandy felt bereft of his warmth and presence. The bed seemed very big and empty without him. Hurry, hurry, hurry back! She wriggled on the quilt in an ecstasy of anticipation, pressed her thighs together hard. Twelve years she’d waited, and she didn’t want to wait a second longer.

  But she contained her impatience enough to watch in sensual appreciation as Ben, buck naked, strode without a trace of self-consciousness towards the tall dresser at the other side of the bed. He was magnificent, her surf god, in just his skin. Broad shoulders tapering to the tight defined muscles of his back; firm, strong buttocks, pale against the tan of the rest of him; long, muscular legs. A wave of pure longing for him swept through her and she gripped her hands tight by her sides.

  He reached the dresser, pulled out the top drawer.

  Yes! Get the protection and get back here. Pronto!

  But he hesitated—that taut, magnificent body was suddenly very still. Then he reached for a small framed photo that stood on the top of the dresser. It was too far away for Sandy to make out the details, just that there was a woman. Ben picked it up and slid it into the drawer, face downwards.

  Sandy caught her breath.

  Jodi. The photo must be of Jodi.

  Ben didn’t want her to see it. Didn’t want Jodi seeing her naked on his bed.

  And that was okay. Of course it was.

  She had absolutely no reason to be upset by his action. He’d told her his late wife had loved him so unselfishly that she didn’t want him to be alone. Sandy couldn’t allow herself even a twinge of jealousy that Jodi had been the perfect wife.

  But the desire that had been simmering though her suddenly went right off the boil. Despite the warmth of the day, she shivered. She pulled herself up on her elbows, looked around for something to cover her nakedness. She found his shirt, clutched it against her. It was still warm from his body heat.

  Ben’s gaze caught hers in a long, silent connection. Sandy’s throat tightened. He knew she’d seen. But he didn’t say anything. She knew he wouldn’t. Knew she couldn’t ask—in spite of his earlier frankness.

  She realised with a painful stab of recognition that Ben had gone so far away, in such a different direction from the youth they’d shared, that she didn’t know him at all any more. For all they’d shared over the last twenty-four hours, today’s Ben had been forged by loss and grief beyond her comprehension.

  She’d loved Ben back then, with the fierce intensity of first love. But now? How could she love him when she didn’t know him any more? Wasn’t this just physical attraction she was feeling? She had never had sex without love. The fact was, though, she was the one who had encouraged this encounter. How could she back down now?

  And yet his look of excited yet respectful anticipation made her swell with emotion. Did she love him again already? Was that what the heart-flipping thing was all about? Had her heart just taken up where it had left off twelve years ago? What if these four days were all she would ever have of him?

  Desire warmed her again. She wanted him. She would take the chance.

  She smiled as Ben impatiently pulled open the drawer. But the smile froze as he continued to dig through the contents. He swore. Slammed the door shut. Looked through another drawer. Then another. He threw out his hands in a gesture to indicate emptiness.

  ‘None. No protection. You got any?’ His voice was a burr of frustration and anger and something that could have been despair.

  ‘No. I...uh...don’t carry it with me.’

  She’d had no use for protection for a long time. Seemed as if Ben was in the same boat.

  He strode back and sat on the bed next to her. He smoothed back a lock of hair that had drifted across her cheek in a caress that was both gentle and sensual.

  ‘I want you so much. But I won’t risk getting you pregnant.’

  An unplanned pregnancy wasn’t on her agenda either. No way would she suggest taking that risk, much as she yearned for him. ‘I’m not on the pill. S...sorry.’

  ‘Why should you apologise?’ He groaned. ‘I should have—’

  ‘Could we...could we go buy some?’ As soon as the words were out of her mouth she knew that was a ridiculous idea. Ben acknowledged it with a grim smile. No doubt some busybody citizen of Dolphin Bay would be behind the counter at the pharmacy and only too eager to broadcast the news that Ben and his old girlfriend were in need of contraceptives.

  ‘Okay...bad idea.’ She didn’t know what else she could say.

  Ben’s handsome face was contorted with frustration, his voice underscored with anguish. ‘Sandy. You have to know I won’t be a father again. Won’t have another child. Not after what happened to my little boy. Can’t risk that loss...that pain.’

  Oh, Ben. Her heart felt as if it was tearing in sorrow for him, for the losses she couldn’t even begin to imagine.

  ‘I...I understand,’ she stuttered. But did she? Could she ever comprehend the agony he felt at losing his child? ‘D...do you want to talk about it?’

  He shifted his body further from her. But more than a physical distance loomed between them. He took a deep, shuddering breath.

  ‘You have a right to know why I feel this way.’

  ‘Of course,’ she murmured.

  ‘When my mother knew Liam was on the way she told me that I wouldn’t know what love was until I held my
first child in my arms. I scoffed at her. I thought I knew what it was to love.’

  ‘Lizzie said something similar after Amy was born.’

  Ben swallowed hard. It must be agony for him to relive his memories.

  ‘A father’s love—it was so unexpected. So overwhelming. My mother was right. I would have done anything for my son.’

  ‘Of course you would have,’ she murmured, feeling helpless. She didn’t know what to say—a thirty-year-old single whose only experience of loving a child was her niece.

  ‘Changing nappies. Getting up at all hours of the night the minute I heard a whimper. Rocking him in my arms for hours to soothe him when he was teething. I did all that. But...but I couldn’t save his life.’

  Survivor’s guilt. Post-traumatic stress. Labels she thought might apply—but what did she know about how to help him?

  ‘Ben, you’re carrying a big burden. Did you have counselling to help you come to terms with your loss?’

  As soon as the question left her mouth she knew it was a mistake. Ben so obviously hadn’t come to terms with it.

  His eyes were as bleak as a storm-tossed sea. ‘I had counselling. But nothing can change the fact I couldn’t save my baby son. End of story. On the day I buried him I vowed I would never have another child.’

  ‘Because...because you think you don’t deserve another child?’

  ‘That too. But I couldn’t bear the agony of loss again.’

  She knew it wasn’t the time to say that new life could bring new hope. That there was the possibility of loss any time you put your heart on the line. But how could she possibly understand what he’d gone through? Could she blame him for never wanting to risk finding himself in that unimaginably dark place again?

  ‘Ben, I’m so sad for you.’ She took his scarred, damaged hand in hers and squeezed it, wanting him to know how much she felt for him but was unable to express. He put his arms around her and pulled her tight. She nestled her face just below his shoulder, against the warm, solid muscle of his chest.

  But she was sad for herself, too.

  She thought back to her birthday goals. Get married and have lots of kids. Three kids—two girls and a boy.

  It was as if Ben had read her mind. ‘Remember how we used to talk about having kids? When were barely more than kids ourselves?’

  ‘Yes,’ she said. She swallowed hard against the lump of disappointment that threatened to choke her. She’d always seen being a mother in her future. Had never contemplated any other option.

  He pulled back from her and she was forced to meet his gaze.

  ‘So me not wanting kids could be a deal-breaker?’

  She had to clear her throat before she answered, trying not to let him guess how shaken she was. ‘Perhaps. For something long-term. But we’re only talking four days, aren’t we? It doesn’t matter for...for a fling.’

  ‘I guess not. But I wanted to make sure you knew where I stood.’

  At the age of thirty she couldn’t afford to waste time on any relationship—no matter how brief—that didn’t have the possibility of children. Knowing that parenthood wasn’t an option for Ben should make her pack up and leave Dolphin Bay right now. But she didn’t have to think further than four days—and nothing could stop her from having this time with Ben. Come what may.

  ‘I’m sorry, Sandy,’ said Ben. ‘This wasn’t the way I thought things would pan out today.’

  ‘It doesn’t matter. I...I’ve lost the mood,’ she confessed.

  Suddenly she felt self-conscious being naked. With a murmur about being cold she disengaged herself from his arms. Fumbled around on the bed and found her dress. Pulled it over her head without bothering about wasting minutes with her bra. Wiggled into her panties. Found his clothes and handed them to him.

  She felt very alone when he turned his back to her and dressed in awkward silence.

  She sat on the edge of the bed and wondered how everything could have gone so wrong. ‘Sunny Sandy’, Ben had used to call her. But it was hard to see the glass-half-full side of finding out that he didn’t ever want to have another child. And then there was that photo. How ready was he really to move on to another woman?

  * * *

  Ben wanted to pound the wall with his fists to vent his frustration and anger. He wanted to swear and curse. To fight his way through raging surf might help, too.

  But he could do none of that. Sandy looked so woebegone sitting there, biting on her lip, her arms crossed defensively across her beautiful breasts. He had to control himself. Do anything in his power to reignite her smile.

  His revelation that he didn’t want more children had knocked the sunshine out of her. He appreciated how kind she’d been, how understanding, but dismay had shown on her face. But he’d had to put his cards on the table about a future with no children. He couldn’t mislead her on such an important issue. Not that they were talking beyond these four days.

  He reached out, took both her hands and pulled her to her feet.

  ‘Sandy, I’m sorry—’ he started.

  ‘Don’t say it again,’ she said with a tremulous smile, and put her finger to his mouth. ‘I’m sure we’ll laugh about it one day.’

  He snorted his disbelief. He would never see the humour in what had happened. Or had not happened.

  ‘So what now?’ she asked. ‘Do I go back to the bookshop?’

  He tightened his grip on her hands. ‘No way. It’s shut for the day. You’re staying with me. We’ll have lunch, then tonight I want to take you to a dinner dance.’

  Her eyebrows rose. ‘A dinner dance? In Dolphin Bay?’

  She was such a city girl. She had no idea of how much the town had grown. How big his role as a business leader had become.

  ‘The Chamber of Commerce annual awards night is being held at the hotel. As president, I’m presenting the awards. I’d like you to come.’

  ‘As...as your date?’

  ‘As my date.’

  Her smile lit the golden sparks in her eyes in the way he remembered. ‘I’d like that. This could be fun.’

  ‘The speeches? Not so much. But there’ll be a band and dancing afterwards.’

  ‘Do you remember—?’ she started.

  ‘The dance?’

  ‘I couldn’t believe it when you asked me to dance with you.’

  ‘I wasn’t sure you’d say yes. You were the most beautiful girl there.’

  She leaned up and kissed him on the mouth. ‘Thank you for saying that.’

  ‘You’ll be the most beautiful girl there tonight.’

  That earned him another kiss.

  ‘Will I know anyone?’

  ‘My parents. My brother, Jesse—he’s back home for a couple days. Kate...’

  Sandy’s face tightened at the sound of Kate’s name.

  ‘Kate has a big mouth, but she also has a big heart,’ he said.

  ‘She can be confrontational.’

  ‘Don’t judge her too harshly. She means well.’ He didn’t want Sandy to feel alienated during her time in Dolphin Bay. That was one of the reasons he’d asked her to be his date for tonight, to go public with him. Encouraging a friendship with Kate was another.

  ‘I’m sure she does. It’s just that...’

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘Nothing,’ she said, with an impish twist to her mouth.

  He wasn’t in the mood to argue with a female ‘nothing’. ‘C’mon. I’ll make us some lunch.’

  He kept her hand in his as he led her towards the kitchen.

  ‘I didn’t know you could cook,’ she said.

  She didn’t know a lot about him. Some things she might never know. But his cooking prowess—or lack of it—was no secret.

  ‘Basic guy-type stuff. Mostly I eat at the hotel. We could order room service if you want.’

  ‘No. I like the idea of you cooking for me.’

  She started to say something else but stopped herself. He wondered if her ex had ever cooked for her. He sounded like a selfish c
reep, so that was probably a no.

  ‘What’s on the menu, chef?’ she asked.

  ‘Take your pick. Toasted cheese sandwich or...’ he paused for dramatic emphasis ‘...toasted cheese sandwich.’

  ‘With ketchup? And Snickers for dessert? I have some in my handbag.’

  ‘Done,’ he said as he headed towards the fridge.

  Without realising it, he started to whistle. He stopped himself. Why would he want to whistle when he was furious at himself for the disaster in the bedroom and fresh with the memories of his loss?

  ‘That’s a sound I haven’t heard for a long time,’ Sandy said as she settled herself on one of the bar stools that lined the kitchen counter.

  ‘It’s rusty from disuse,’ he said.

  ‘No, it isn’t. I like it. Don’t stop. Please.’

  Her eyes were warm with concern and understanding. Her yellow dress flashed bright in the cool, neutral tones of the kitchen. Her brown hair glinted golden in the sunshine that filtered through the porthole windows. Sandy. Here in his home. The only woman he had brought here apart from his mother and the maids from the hotel who kept it clean.

  He picked up the tune from where he had left off and started to whistle again.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  SANDY WAS ONLY too aware that every detail of her appearance would be scrutinised by the other guests at the Chamber of Commerce dinner dance. Every nuance of her interaction with Ben would be fuel for the gossipmongers of Dolphin Bay.

  In one way it amused her. In another it scared her witless.

  In spite of Ben’s reassurances Kate’s warning still disconcerted her. All the people who would be there tonight knew Ben. Had known Jodi. Had even—and her heart twisted painfully at the thought—known his baby son. She wouldn’t be human if that didn’t worry her.

  She wished she and Ben could spend the entire time they had together alone in his boathouse home. Just him and her, and no one else to poke their noses into the one step forward and two steps back of their reunion. But it seemed it would be played out on the open stage of Ben’s tight-knit community.